The Window

The windows in this old house weep at the contradiction of *rime and indifference.

And yet,

as I stare through the glass,

I daydream of places and times I’ll never see again,

of people who came along to touch me then were gone in a blink.

The windows in this old house weep at the contradiction of rime and indifference.

And yet,

as I stare through the glass,

I feel the passion of love that tipped it's hat, once upon a time,

And I wonder …….

where do you go when out that window you gaze?

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Rime [hrim]: an old English word meaning a frost coating or a thin layer of frost formed on cold objects exposed to fog causing glass to literally 'sweat' at the juxtaposition of cold on the outside and warmth on the inside.